Losing a loved one is never easy-I lost my grandmother in 2004. April 14,2004 to be exact. She was my rock at the time. We were always very close -and even though we lived in different states, we always managed to see each other a few times a year and I always called her every Tuesday. We would catch up on things and she would listen and I would listen. She always told it like it was- Grandma was a feisty lady! Loved this about her. There’s so much to say and write about this lovely women, that it will have to be another article for another day- But my point is that when you have that person in your life and that routine of the weekly call -it’s so hard when it’s suddenly taken away. It’s been almost 13 years and not a Tuesday goes by when I don’t want to pick up the phone call her.
I’m sure this sounds weird to some-but I still feel her presence around me and can smell her. I’ll never forget when the hospital called and said that she passed on. I went to see her one last time, I held her hand- it was so soft-I will never forget that feeling-I didn’t want to let go. I kissed her forehead one last time and walked out of the room- at the time I had no tears and really never had them… Until now. Life is funny on how we each deal with death- But, I know she’s always with me and cherish all the memories and times I got to spend with her.
my lovely grandmother Ruth (: